I had a good
night’s sleep which was something of a result, but I did ache when I got up.
That’s happening more and more these days. Am I overdoing it on the dog walks?
I made toast (with strawberry jam) and had a
look at the internet. I was immediately presented with a little fundraiser to
give nurses a little thank-you pressie. Good old nurses… I’m not doing them
down at all, but no one ever thinks about the pharmacists, gardeners, porters,
cooks, radiographers, speech therapists, cleaners, dieticians, biomedical
scientists, audiologists, cardiologists, secretaries, IT technicians, drivers,
phlebotomists, chiropodists, paramedics…
I also saw that five Facebook friends had a birthday
today. I sent out birthday wishes.
I Munzed as “er indoors TM” tried
to get Bailey to eat her brekkie. For all that she is tiny, she’s a very fussy
dog and has to be watched as she is easily bullied off of her food. She will
leave a full bowl after getting just one glance from Treacle.
Despite the drizzle I took the dogs up to the woods.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how the Greens won the recent by-election. Reform UK came second
and the Labour party were a poor third. But a poor third was rather better than
the Conservatives and Dribbling Democraps managed.
No one seemed to want to mention that over half of the
electorate didn’t cast a vote, so that the winner was chosen by maybe one voter
in five.
We got to the woods and had a shorter walk than we
often do. For the most part we stuck to gravelled tracks to try to avoid the
mud. Our walk was mostly uneventful. We didn’t chase anything, we didn’t roll
in anything. At one point we heard something heavy crashing in the trees, but
we didn’t see anything. Probably deer. As we walked the drizzle let up, which
was probably for the best.
We came home where the pups had bellies washed and I
sorted a cuppa and a bit of cake for us both. I Wordled from “often” (which
gave me nothing) to “dizzy” via “plaid”, “diddy”, “dicky”
and dishy” and then popped over to Dobbies to get the second
ultra-violet bulb I needed.
I had a vague plan to take the pressure washer to the
front garden, but when I sweep the water into the gutter I’d rather not gunge
up anyone else’s car. So being unable to park outside the house I thought
better of that plan.
Instead I went to my fallback position of watching
episodes of “Four In A Bed”. The first place was run by an aggressive
screaming queen who underpaid everyone and criticised everyone for doing that
which he did himself. The second place was something of a neon nightmare run by
a rather pretty boy with some woman who was either his lackey or his mail-order
bride (I couldn’t decide which). The third place was a campsite run by a
very loud woman with her GBF,
and the last place by someone who could have been everyone’s favourite auntie.
They were all really friendly right up until payments were made, and then there
was some serious falling out. It speaks volumes that the place that had shit
stains on the towels came second.
I then amazed myself by beating the bots on chess dot
com.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good pasta bake which we scoffed whilst watching last week’s episode
of “The Floor”.
We’re now watching the “Eddie The Eagle”
film. I can remember the real “Eddie the Eagle”
coming last at the Olympics… I can distinctly remember a song about him in the comedy
show “Who
Dares Wins” which had the chorus “That’s what being British is – we love
you if you’re crap”.
I wonder if I can get that on DVD anywhere?
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